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PSA

Tiny life update, as I'm sure you're all aware of my dropping off the face of the planet. Several times.

I won't get into too much detail, but the next few upcoming months are a literal rebirth for me. I'm quitting the job I have and am changing my career path ( that's scary but also very exciting ). I have many projects in mind for October and upcoming months and I can't even put in words how much that makes me happy. Overall, life is really good, and with the new changes ( and the career specifically ), I'll be able to pour all of my energy and creativity into things I've always wanted to do. Such a change will surely reflect on my writing creativity as well, which is another thing I'm excited about. So, October will be a great month, a Doffy month. I want to thank you all for patience, a certain few for constant support over the last year, and am happy to know I'll be able to reach out to people much more over this hobby we all love now that my life is taking a turn for the better.

Just wanted to share the good news with all before sleep. Stay amazing peeps, and I ( read Doffy ) will be a menace once more soon enough :D

#🦩 ❝ the stranger ❞ �� ooc #I can't put into words how excited I am #I am hyped and feeling such a lightness of being atm #it's really wonderful and I hope everyone experiences that if you don't already #but yes; that's it class :D

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DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO ; A Character Sheet

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

tagged by: @medicus-mortem ( ty Ashi! )

tagging: I'm eons late so if anyone has the desire to do this and hasn't yet, consider yourself tagged :D

#🦩 ❝ heart of darkness ❞ ▻ character study #🦩 ❝ epic of gilgamesh ❞ ▻ headcanon #| is it a doffy meme if he doesn't add options to it? |#| again; ty ashi <3 |

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umbrx · 8 months

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Yes, he's a sex god, but all the porn bot hoes better get off his social media. He's not interested.

#istg we've had enough #will delete this #he was able to evade them for almost 2 years #then a few attacked like 5 of them #but now it's literally over 15 blogs that have been reported and blocked #the fuck is this #unless they're citizens of dressrosa #and are stalking him #then it's okay. they may proceed

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Holy Contract Made in Sin (II)

How a child could be so still even despite so many things around her! Mian Ju let out a quiet giggle followed by quiet as she resumed her swinging. Once again she went back and forth. Beneath the mask, her smile grew so wide. She should have worn the komainu mask! It would have been so much more ironic! Sure she had the mask on her…But she wasn’t wearing it! She was wearing the demon trapped dragon… She spoke with a lighthearted tone, one only a child could speak with. Youth so spry and somehow bitter in it’s positivity.

“ You are?~ Oooh! I didn’t know angels could lie! ”

Once more, her grip tightened around the ropes of the swing, she bet she could swing so much higher than this angel could! She bet she could even fly if she wanted to! It would just take some momentum and–! Just kidding. She wasn’t just going to let go! Though it surely looked like she was going to. And if a guardian angel saw that, surely it would stop and try to catch her? Even though–huuue~ She didn’t even jump!

“ Unless! Oh unless, are there more than one guardian angels assigned to people?? Is that how it works? I wouldn’t know… ”

Another giggle, the seemingly glass-like black ball in the dragon’s mouth glistening with fear from both the child that wore it’s face, to the so called angel next to her. Demons so fearful of what could destroy them…But Mian Ju knew that this demon would never have to fear that again. The mask wouldn’t break! It would never break. What point would it be if a burial broke? No no, it needed to protect the corpse, even the unholy corpses. Or holy~ In case of her guardian angel. Another giggle–even a snort–came from her, making her finally move in some near natural way. From the quiet mischievous giggles to a full laughter, she had stopped swaying her legs, though the swing still swung. It’s momentum slowing as she laughed and laughed. One hand moved to her side to pull at the komainu mask that hung at her side.

“ …after all! Oh, my guardian angel had a little incident! Or I did…Oops! ”

She turned her head, the mask’s blank eyes staring off into nothing as she looked straight at the angel, waving the other mask in her hand.

“ And I just like wearing masks~ Remember the dead, as they say! Hehe~ ”

I didn’t know angels could lie!

The smile WIDENED, and Doflamingo swung faster, meeting her all the way up on the swing. He was a CELESTIAL being, his body didn’t WEIGH unless he wanted it to. Something she most likely already knew, since she CLEARLY knew her angelology well. Angels weren’t meant to be wrapped in sin, for sin stemmed from the source of EVIL, from the dark one that introduced it to the world. The whisperer who fed lies, who promised one’s innermost DESIRES and used them against the soul seeking his presence. The girl before him, a possible DEMON HUNTER ( no, a SOUL HUNTER), while young, had a very good grasp on reality.

❝ But you do know, don’t you~? ❞ The only time there were two guardian angels was when one was DEAD. Even THEN, the process wasn’t immediate and required assistance of someone higher ranking. Not EVERY soul possessed a guardian angel, only the most troubled ones did, and CHILDREN. How she kept her profession from the angel made her more INTRIGUING. A true professional, this one.

As they swung together, his voice joined hers. First a chuckle, a deep, amused sound at the reality and mutual UNDERSTANDING. Then, a full blown LAUGHTER. When had a mere MORTAL made him laugh so much?! When had he experienced such JOY at finding such a twisted soul? A twisted soul full of imagination and potential. A twisted soul capable of doing things a high ranking angel like him could. A true, twisted mind that didn’t require ANY influence from him. A true rotten soul.

His gaze was on her until it moved to the glass-shaped ball serving as PRISON for the two unfortunate souls. What a tragic end to eternity. An idea of placing her in the same object surfaced, but he’d need to obtain the rest of his soul first to be able to do that. It would be nothing personal, he merely wanted to see WHAT she’d do if it came to it. ❝ Remember the dead, curse the living, fufufufu~ Your guardian angel must be cursing you now. ❞ Her guardian angel would most likely curse her, if it were allowed.

Now that he had seen the potential the child possessed, it would be a shame to let her go. ❝ With the unique powers you possess and with the disappearance of a holy being that you’ve created, you will be hunted. I can assist in making sure you’re not. Or I can give you away, fufufufu! Do you think they’d trap you as well? ❞

#🦩 ❝ The Royal Game ❞ ▻ interaction #jaiguilian #🦩 ❝ Paradise Lost ❞ ▻ devil au : fallen angel #🦩 ❝ Holy Contract Made in Sin ❞ ▻ jaiguilian: Mian Ju #| a moment of silence for the poor souls in their way sahda |#| he meme of Mian Ju as Mahito and Doffy as Sukuna laughing at Yuuji (rip guardian angel) lives rent free in my head |#| LMAO I just love the pure chaotic energy between them |

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❝ Excuse me, worm. Do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ? ❞

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By 若味屋

#🦩 ❝ Caligula ❞ ▻ portrait #🦩 ❝ Crime and Punishment ❞ ▻ nsfw #| listen. listen. /listen/. he's hot af |#| ARTISTS especially make him hot af |#| this is one of my fave pics of him because it truly captures that flirty charisma of his |#| plus the body |#| will I ever stop simping for this man? highly unlikely |#| you're free to simp for him too; or your muse(s) |#| I understand |

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Defying Heaven and Hell

The cellar of a palace is not generally the best place to perform a summoning ritual but the woman persists, intent on pleasing her God. An effigy of the Whisperer of Forbidden Truths lays upon the stone floor, inert but placed with such reverence. She takes a package from her apron pocket. A cold but still bloody heart is pulled from the package and raised above the effigy. She squeezes it, whispering the words her God had told her in her nightmares, giving her offering and calling him forth into the mortal realm. Doing exactly as he asked of her for this maid is a loyal and loving Dreamer.

Blood seeps into the effigy, the small terrifying doll soaking up the offering. For a moment nothing happens but then the thing convulses and bursts open. Cloying black smoke flows from its centre, forming into a great, smokey mirror. It’s surface is black but reflects the light from the few candles dotting the maid’s summoning location. She steps back, bloody hands ringing and gaze locked on the mirror. For a desperate few seconds this strange portal simply floats here and then the surface ripples.

The Lore of Night Terrors steps out of the Nightmare and into the mortal realm. He closes his eyes for but a moment, breathing in the scents of this place. Despite himself, despite his reluctance to engage fully with mortals, he still feels a wonderful thrill upon leaving his ever shifting, dark realm. A smile graces his lips and those golden eyes open to focus on his faithful. She bows her head, the motion quick to show her reverence. He steps forwards and reaches for her, running clawed fingers along her chin to draw her gaze back to his terrible features.

“Did … did I do well, my Lord?” she asks, voice shaking with her fear.

“You did perfectly, my little Dreamer,” he says, the voice of Fear somehow kind. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead and feels the mortal tremble. When he pulls back he smiles at her. “Now run on home. Your reward will come in due time.”

She nods up at him, eyes bright with awe. For a moment she lingers, a shaking hand rising to touch his. Then the woman turns and gathers up her skirts. She runs from the cellar, from the palace. A part of her knows this is not a place to be anymore and her God will not protect her from his terror. As she flees the God of Nightmares turns his gaze upwards, towards the higher levels of the palace and towards the mortal who has earned a visitation.

The god opens his arms and the black smoke pouring from his being seeps out at a greater pace. It spreads from his person, reaching into the building itself. The shapeshifter soon goes with the smoke, his corporeal form breaking apart to travel through this building like a sickly miasma. When he finds his prey his terrible power permeates the room he sits in, turning day into night and snuffing out all the candles. His darkness clings to the place, suffocating and shifting. His form itself does not coalesce just yet, he still floats in the smoke and darkness but his awareness locks onto the arrogant fool of a king.

“I hear a mortal seeks to raise above his station,” he says, his voice not the booming of some grander god’s. He speaks in whispers that invade the mind and bring forth spine tingling fear. His voice may be soft but there is warning in it. “What say you in the face of such sacrilege, insignificant king?“

Who made gods? Who stands above them all?

Questions of a young mind that would simply develop further and deeper as he aged, as truths became lies and lies became truths. NOTHING was set in stone in a world where magic and gods dictated POWER, where LIMITS were terms set to keep the ambitious ones in a CAGE. Over and over again, there were stories told down generations, through folk and royalty alike. Of mortals defying the laws of nature through godly intervention, of SAGES living for hundreds of years because a god favoured them, of MIRACULOUS healing mere humans were able to perform, of magic that was TAUGHT to them by the gods, be it through dreams or actual encounters.

These same anecdotes and stories were the reason why Doflamingo fully believed that GODHOOD wasn’t limited to beings they defined as gods. It was something that could be achieved, simply hasn’t been done so by a mortal. A part of him questioned whether gods themselves were human, and somehow grasped the immortality and power it brought, and possibly, lost memories of their past.The theory was a stretch by far, so he constantly QUESTIONED, like a philosopher and scientist, where the truth laid.There were too many IRREGULARITIES about these beings, so many that defied logic. Had they simply spawned out of nowhere? Did they manifest from awakened consciousness? If so, who created consciousness? What he was certain about is that they didn’t simply pop into existence. There was a possibility, that in the world filled with supernatural energy, they were created by HUMANITY. Spawned through their worship and ideas, as humanity had a need to attribute everything to SOMETHING.

Sadly, Doflamingo didn’t have many to talk these things over, as many never even bothered with such things. Such concerns and ideas were reserved for the king, for one who didn’t need to work in the field every morning. For someone who had TIME on his hands.

Having conquered nearby territories and expanded the borders of his kingdom, his name had been feared almost to an extent of a GOD. Such fear opened up chances for alliances with others, and whether they were thrilled about it or not, MOST complied. Those who didn’t served as a lesson.

Such lesson was just being written as the king of Ryugyu kingdom was being declared a traitor to his people. Neat handwriting put in ink a SPEECH that would move the hearts of the people that were wronged, and while some would still hate Doflamingo for conquering them, most would LOVE him ( for he was as bright as the SUN above ).

INSTINCT had warned of something wrong, of an incoming THREAT. He had expected it to come in a form of an assassin ( he had dealt with plenty of those ), yet the CHILL running down his spine as it came closer told it was NOT. In a mere blink of eyes the room completely changed, the atmosphere shifted – became SINISTER. Unfamiliar presence was felt, and he knew he was being WATCHED. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to sudden darkness of the office, but the words were clear. Several gods came to mind when thinking of darkness and the suffocating feeling of their being, but regardless of the name, they were POWERFUL.

Have I displeased you all so much, or you specifically? A smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, finding it MORE THAN PERFECT to have a god seek him out. Saved him all of the trouble of doing it the other way around. ❝ Lack of surprise in your voice tells me this isn’t the first time hearing it. ❞ Widows provide enough lighting for Doflamingo to see the smoke in the room. ❝ It’s as sacrilegious as you coming uninvited to my home. ❞ Meaning, hardly worth fussing about. ❝ To what specifically do I owe the pleasure of such visit? ❞

#🦩 ❝ The Royal Game ❞ ▻ interaction #medicus-mortem #🦩 ❝ Defying Heaven and Hell ❞ ▻ medicus-mortem: Law #🦩 ❝ Welcome; Chaos ❞ ▻ deity au #| you offered lore in your starter and doffy gave his thoughts |

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Murky Tides

❝ The hell are you doing manspreadin’ around my fuckin’ deck? What the fuck do you want? ❞

Indisputable was the fact that the Worst Generation took the world by storm. With their ever-growing reputation also came ever-growing opportunities, some which they had TAKEN, and some which they had IGNORED. Law could’ve been back by his side already if he wasn’t still a rebellious child, Kid had been smart and joined the Underworld to observe and interact with those that decided fates of many, Mugiwara had been an unpredictable illogical force that seemed to attract people and authorities.

Despite different routes taken, these ex-rookies were howling at the beasts before them. Doflamingo had found it rather AMUSING. Seeing WORMS squirm and try to defeat those far above them was a rare spectacle. ( Oh, how they’d struggle before death came knocking. ) As someone who kept the reigns on the Beasts and kept the tides at bay, it was more than intriguing to watch those who attempted the opposite.

Hence the sudden visit.

Driven by nothing else but a desire to see whether there was any VALUE in the fear-striking pawn of small crews and civilians, it was an opportunity to measure and decide whether there was FUTURE for the red-haired pirate. Whether he was of any USE.

The question and the tone were completely IGNORED, as Doflamingo had no need to entertain such queries. He was a GOD, he answered to NO ONE, and he indulged people whenever he felt like it. ❝ Being in Mugiwara’s shadow must feel nice. He’s all the people talk about. World Government included. ❞ He had just entered the New World and had already declared war on Big Mom, putting all of his rivals in the DUST. ❝ What have you done so far? ❞

#🦩 ❝ The Royal Game ❞ ▻ interaction #ferromagnetiic #🦩 ❝ One Hundred Years of Solitude ❞ ▻ canon verse #🦩 ❝ Murky Tides ❞ ▻ ferromagnetiic: Eustass Kid #| you just know the moment he shows up he wants something lmao |#| such a self-serving ass this one |#| but also just a poking jerk |

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The content in question:

I guess when you end up in Impel Down your jolly roger does become a violation. Or maybe it always has been, but he pulled some strings so he can post it LMAO

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umbrx · 11 months

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That moment when you’ll finally get your immortality.

#🦩 ❝ The Possessed ❞ ▻ dash commentary #3wished #| the rule about really wanting something 100% made him smirk like a maniac ashdas |#| because that fucking immortality IS what he wishes |#| pls someone stop this reality ahsdasd |#| imagine this bish living on forever |#| and he still gets 2 wishes to keep |#| doffy in possession of zayan is so wrong on so many levels |#| doffy wants them though :rofl: |

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What a fucking circus.

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It was HARDLY a scarf. ❝ Fufu~, take another guess. ❞ It was a coat. Made from the softest feathers of the most beautiful birds.

She wasn't wrong about him being a bird person, however. Doflamingo ENJOYED the finer things in life, and he enjoyed beings WORTHY of his gaze. BIRDS happened to be one of them. ❝ You strike me as a bird person too. ❞ Lips stretched into a taunting smile. ❝ An appreciator of fine taste. ❞

' That's an awfully nice scarf. A bird person, I'm assuming? ' @umbrx liked for a one liner

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Kisses drop down his throat, fingers sinking in his hair, nails scratching his scalp. “You…” she hums, pulling at his shirt as the fabric rips and the buttons fly everywhere.” are..” her teeth sink on his bottom lip and she pushes him down onto his divan, straddling him. “so irresistible sometimes.” When he was such a wonderful man. A man of integrity. Her man. / @vixlariku

Dressrosa was THRIVING. With the kingdom’s whole structure changed, with the business directed in different ways and with the support of the people, it was rebuilt ANEW. It took months to rebuild the poorest districts and restructure them, it took a while to build a proper hospital, yet with endless funding coming from the king himself and the willingness of passionate Dressrosans, it was coming together. For the most part, Viola was to thank for such progress. She was the MAIN driving force.

Which was why it was common to see her only at late evenings, once she returned from her people. Doflamingo didn’t mind, as there was plenty of work for him to do so as well. It was his duty as a king to assure that his people PROSPER.

However, he was surprised once Viola arrived to him midday. Light brow was raised as she approached him, and a grin settled onto his lips once hers found his throat. ❝ Fufufu, someone is rather eager. ❞ She was PASSIONATE after all.

The taste of his own blood is on his tongue, the rest rushing LOWER, exactly where she straddled him. ❝ I take it you liked my surprise? ❞ The freed slaves that had arrived that very same day. They were the new citizens of Dressrosa, GRACED by its rulers to live freely there. With no more pain and masters, no more suffering.

His tongue traced his lower lip, hands held the hips that already ground against his. ❝ Sometimes? ❞ The familiar SMIRK was on his lips as he watched the DESIRE in her eyes devour him. As he watched the control slip and her hands unbuckle his belt. She was so HOT when she was DEMANDING, even if he never let her get everything she wanted so easily.

Swiftly he switched their positions. His lips felt her heartbeat, then teeth SANK themselves into the tanned neck to leave their mark. ❝ I’m always irresistible. ❞ He sealed the words with a kiss, knowing she already had a comeback. She always did.

Only once he was inside her did he enter paradise. Her nails would leave marks against his back, his hands would leave some bruises around her hips, their teeth would leave marks against skin, they’d change positions — it was their TANGO. Passionate and burning, it set their souls and hearts alight, it made them crave MORE each and every time. They were addicts for each other’s love — soulmates.

#vixlariku #🦩 ❝ Their Eyes Were Watching God ❞ ▻ ask #🦩 ❝ One Hundred Years of Solitude ❞ ▻ canon verse #🦩 ❝ Crime and Punishment ❞ ▻ nsfw #| canon it is since he got to choose |#| for once he didn't get into DETAILS of their sex even though he really loves to |#| but I don't want to write 1k of smut at midnight asdashd |#| so we keep it tame this time; can't say the next time will be the same XD |

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Fallen Empire

The compliance was greeted with a small smile. Whether the old king was being truthful with his question, there was no confirming. As if that mattered much, every miniscule detail may not even be remembered if something were to go wrong. A keeper of memories–he could be. And in this case, he was humouring someone, in any case, this was more like play and one would be grateful that he gave them the time of day. Rather than making things go quick. He, like a lion, could easily strike down those that opposed him, but if a drink was provided with vigour, he wouldn’t mind letting things go by slowly.

Then again, it was entertaining either way, the amount of people at this man’s side. Those suspicious, those critical, those fearful, and those indifferent. His appearance would alert any of their right mind, to try and escape, or comply. Though none would escape his judgement–his reign may have ended, but once a king was crowned, he may never lose that role.

Some simply never understood that fact. One has to be crowned a king before they can call themselves for eternities after.

Sinclair never tensed, never twitched. He was as calm as the a pond, beneath it’s surface was a deep mystery, but what was above was a simple ripple. Yet like a pond, he held dangers the deeper one went, a deep end that sunk as quick as it rose. A wrong step and breath would be taken, and drowning would be inevitable. His smile widened somewhat and blond hair, tied so neatly in the braid behind him, dragged against the movement of his head. A brief tilt towards the walls.

“ My first question, yes… You are knowledgeable I’m sure. Yet your kingdom lacks what I desire, I hope you will not. ”

A hand shuffled in his coat, before pulling out a ring of film. He looked at the roll of film with a critical eye, smile not subsiding and yet gaze looking with growing disappointment.

“ I do hope you won’t mind that I took this from one of your guards outside…I was hoping for some hint of it, and yet it is no where. ”

He shook his head, tightening his grip around the film. Crushing some of the pieces that managed to unwind. The images within them contorting and becoming misshapen. The one he ‘ took ’ it from was of no importance. A pawn of pawns, a useless guard that in the end, would have done nothing but act as a camera for the future. For him, for Sinclair to peak at and try to find what he desired.

“ The Germa Empire…I want to know where it is, or what you know of it. ”

He pushed the roll of film back into his coat. He’d give it back before he left, yet spare film was always useful, and the man he had taken it from was without any memory–no recollection of a name, life, nor role. As if it mattered much. It would be what these in this room would be, if he was disappointed enough. So far, he was no where near feeling like that. But one could never know, could they?

There were two types of people who sat in his presence so comfortably. Those who were ARROGANT for a reason, and FOOLS. The man before him was no fool, which earned a slight TILT of his lips. The king of old was simply so confident he found no reason to worry. If his body language wasn’t an indicator enough, there was also the open showcase of his ABILITY. Something most would keep for themselves, keep the other in the dark. Yet, Sinclair had no reservations with the show provided, he simply went on. Something akin to GRATITUDE ( but so far from it ) would surface were Doflamingo able to feel such a thing towards the man, but instead his grin widened. He was truly being ENTERTAINED.

❝ You’re a bold guy, Sinclair. ❞ There were reasons why Lucinda liked Sinclair, and apart from genuine beauty, it was surely also due to his intellect and ruthlessness. They fit each other like a glove. ❝ When exactly did I give you permission to take what’s mine? ❞ A mere pawn, an unsightly mouse, it didn’t matter how INSIGNIFICANT it was. No one stole from a king without his permission. Fellow king or not. ❝ Surely the kings of old aren’t some third-rate thieves. I’d be rather disappointed if you were. ❞

The smile on his lips didn’t waver, malice wasn’t present in his words despite their sarcastic nature. Ultimately, a mere guard didn’t matter. A war wouldn’t be waged over someone so USELESS. It would be too much to expect a mere guard to be able to counter an attack of a seasoned king, but the lack of resistance was pitiful. If he survived, he would end up thrown away regardless, the body ( if it was useful ) would be turned into a toy, and the whole ordeal would be set ASIDE.

The question, however, did make him chuckle. DEEP, vibrating laughter echoed off the walls as he leaned against his own hand. ❝ The great Germa Empire is no more. ❞ Red wine was swirled in his glass, then a sip was taken. There were a few empires and kingdoms that had lost its previous glory, and while these events took CENTURIES, the results of incompetence in each line were VISIBLE. Just like his father was incompetent too. ❝ It does exist as a kingdom, though frankly, that’s more out of pity due to its previous glory. ❞

More information would come after his own question was answered. After all, BOTH were to gain something there, and both possessed valuable information. Or more than that.

His index finger tapped at his temple, smirk widened. ❝ I’ve got the intel and connections in this era. You have the intellect no scientist today can compare to. If you have any ambition to restore your empire, how about we team up? ❞ No king LACKED ambition. It was what got them to the throne in the first place.

#ozokuapep #🦩 ❝ The Royal Game ❞ ▻ interaction #🦩 ❝ Fallen Empire ❞ ▻ ozokuapep: Sinclair #🦩 ❝ One Hundred Years of Solitude ❞ ▻ canon verse #| join hands with another Donquixote Sinclair; you know you want to :crine: |#| can he handle it though? the Donquixoteness of the true Donquixote descendant? |#| Lucinda watching from hell like: fufufufuufufu! |

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𝕀. Ego sum qui sum

Why do some of you even exist?

It had never been a rhetorical question. It was a judgement of one above the Heavens, posed as scrutiny of those that possessed no worth in heavenly eyes. There was no beauty in their essence, no intrigue in their hollow souls. Their names mattered not, their stories weren’t entertaining to be told, their emotions were of no importance. They worked to live, they lived to serve. It was a pathetic excuse of an existence, yet the one he wouldn’t lift a finger to change. They were weak, and weak didn’t get to choose how they die.

Such fragile existence went beyond humanity. At first it was chirping, warm, softest to the touch, tickled the palms that kept it from flying. Until the bird went cold once its neck was snapped. Even something so beautiful and worthy of life in heavenly eyes was weak. It didn’t deserve to choose when to die either. Flowers were the same – equally beautiful, something adorned by the young god, yet they withered and died of their own or by his hand still.

His hand was the hand that kills.

If the hands wrapped themselves around the necks of his family, would those snap as well? The mind had played with the idea, and it came to one conclusion — they would. Eyes had judged the family just as they had judged the slaves, deeming their lives holy, but not equal to his. Mother was kind and would never kill the one she brought to life. Father was too weak to even attempt such a thing on a slave, and his brother... Rocinante could kill. It was a brotherly feeling he had. Before the younger could be swept by father’s ideology of godhood, Doflamingo had plenty of time to plant and nurture his own. Even so, as the eyes would rest on the younger brother so dear, Doflamingo knew he would never take to his heights. He had potential but not enough of it. It was a shame.

Over time, it had been proven time and time again that even those with celestial blood in their veins were simpletons, almost as barbaric ( and some of them more ) than the slaves under their feet. For most, their vocabulary was as bad as those of commoners. There was no intellectual curiosity, no strategic thinking, no logical reasoning around him. Every time someone opened their mouth, stupidity was all he heard, from Tenryuubito and from his own family. There was no advancement, everything was at halt. Anything worth listening to would only come from his own mouth, and with his brother’s lack of input ( the only one he’d let into his inner world ), he made it a habit of practicing speech and rhetoric.

Philosophy, history, languages, strategy, interests in economy and finance, music and poetry. His slaves served to bring him books whenever he demanded them, he sent them across half the Marijois to get the specific ones he wanted, and only would go someplace himself if the slaves were forbidden to enter the holy grounds. Then, when he learned enough, he tried it out. With those slaves he bought, he learnt the art of war.

War was something he found amusing. Something that brought out laughter from his lips. Bloodshed, violence, pain, it excited him. Seeing others suffer made it clearer as to why they existed in the first place. They existed for him. For him to command and for him to cast them away once he’s bored. For him to do as he pleased. Marijois was considered a paradise above earth, the reflection of the best world had to offer, the ethereal. Having established before that Tenyruubito were above those they walked upon, and that he was above Tenryuubito as well, it was a matter of a simple deduction. He was above everyone. Above the earth and above the gilded heavenly cage they resided in. This core belief established at the very early age was one he’d simply solidify once he was older.

#🦩 ❝ Heart of Darkness ❞ ▻ character study #🦩 ❝ The Tartar Steppe ❞ ▻ philosophy #🦩 ❝ Epic of Gilgamesh ❞ ▻ headcanon #| he was always very critical to everyone |#| hence why even his brother who he loves is not seen as his equal |#| he was just a judgemental ass |#| but ofc never judged himself no no |#| he is the literal perfection |#| and yes no.1 because this will have it's other chapters lol |#| there is too much to write about doffy |#| but my doffy specifically will never ever seen anyone as his equal; regardless how close one may get to him or who you are |#| and the bit about hearing himself because he thought everyone else was dumb is why to this day he still loves his own voice the most |#| can't top perfection after all |

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The thing that lives rent free in my head is Doflamingo’s ego and view over everyone else.

Oh, and demon au for which I have replies in my brain and suffer in the physical domain to put those words down.

#🦩 ❝ The Stranger ❞ ▻ ooc #| probs will write a hc about that |#| just because it helps everyone get the picture of where they are in his eyes |#| way down low as you'd expect but I need to put that powertrip of his in words asdas |#| like if you put doffy with humans; gods and everything in between in the same room; he's above them in his eyes ( read: it's a fact)#but if you also were to put him next to HIMSELF he'd still be above even himself |#| just that he'd be most attracted to himself and then also want to play mind games with himself |#| and then win because he always wins |#| he is even toxic to HIMSELF |#| I'm telling you a walking red flag of red flags I really don't understand why everyone's crazy for him |#| I do though I do; I'm his simp:tm: but seriously; find yourself someone LESS toxic than this guy lolol |

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